I am art. I have made myself Art. Not just a creator of it But the thing itself, With all its mercurial strengths and flaws. If I make my art About you I have made myself About you. It is the biggest, most secret gift I ever give: To love someone Is to make them immortal. It is to sing the song of their soul To the best of my ability Until the day I die.
They come for me in the night Torches burning, screaming their hate Calling for the death of the witch. Drug from my bed, I am flung to the earth, Afraid of their anger, afraid to move I do nothing to resist
For it is true what they say, I am a witch. I worship my goddess the earth, When the moon is high in the night. Now the mob compels me to move; Against strong hands and blind hate I am helpless to resist
The judge, his eyes dark as night And blazing with furious hate, Gives the decree "Burn the witch! " My body is frozen, I cannot move I want to scream, but I resist Unable to stand, I fall to the earth.
The pyre is built on hard-packed earth. A malevolent presence on this unholy night, The chosen tool to carry out their hate. Towards this sinister form they force me to move Kicking and taunting, for they cannot resist Reveling in the victory of catching a witch.
My world narrows down to this darkest of nights. Through a haze of pain and fear I move, Wishing myself anywhere else on this earth. Wishing that what they believe of a witch Were true. I would fly away far from their hate, Calling my magic, I would use it to resist.
But spells cannot save me from their hate, And herbs would be useless should I resist. As I am tied to the stake driven into the earth The flame casts shadows that move And dance against the backdrop of night And fan the eerie chorus of "Burn the Witch! "
Silent as night, the spirit of the witch Rises above the hate, and does not resist As it quietly moves from the plane of the earth.
I tip u out afta Your shift as u sit Talkin to so called friends. Swap $ for a more familiar handshake. You joined us, finally... to burn one.
burn.
Author: Dark Fjord
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Date: 03/04/2020
№ 1205200
Burn It To Ashes
Burn it to ashes and stare at the floor, Until there's nothing left anymore. Bleed it all out, bleed out the pain. Flip the switch, you'll never feel it again. Let it all go, like everyone does. Forget who you were, forget what once was. The days will pass, the memories will fade. Soon you won't even remember what happened that day. Take the ashes and spread them wide and far, Because even if you forget, there's no way to hide from who you really are.
Time to write a poem, time to write a rhyme A story 'bout the World, and the end of Time - God's Wrath will soon be poured, upon the USA To the Dregs your going to drink, from a Cup you cannot stay - You will suffer and you'll burn, in atomic fire Read the Book of Jeremiah... this Prophet was no liar - Chapters 50-50, on "Babylon" a CURSE Soon very soon, the River Styx you will traverse - Not the Babylon of old, the Babylon today Read the Prophecy of DOOM, this is the USA
Sitting as the wave engulfs me, Unprepared and trembling. This thought I have birthed, Creeps and slithers Its terrible fangs, gleam of death. It is time. Stalking youth, time is endangered. Youth is too brief, its a vice. Tempting faith. Filed away in tabernacles. Forgotten through consensus.
